lying          
           in   my   room,          
  arms flopped over the edge of the bed. 
     something  poking  my  left hand, 
                 something      slimy, 
      slithering around  the  fingers, 
           up   the   arm.          
 is  it   drug-fueled  apathy?         
          i   don't  move   the   arm. 
                                 
 whatever it is that's  tasting me,    
 it   moves   further   up,            
 reaches    the    armpit.             
 i  turn  my  head  toward  it.        
             looks   like    seagrass. 
          it's  kinda  cute.        
                                 
      once  it's up my neck and  on my 
 face,    i    bite    it.             
       the texture is  like that  of a 
 juicy                          grape, 
    and  the squish tastes like  sweet 
                     cucumber.     
    it's very good.     and i    
 suck   more    of   it   in.          
            chew    it.             
    the seagrass doesn't seem to mind. 
                                 
      apathy   gone,  i  sit  up.     
     the  tendrils are  stuck under   
    my shirt,    entering by the  arm 
 and exiting  through  the  collar.     
     this  makes it hard for me to push 
 more  of   it   in   my   mouth.       
   i make to  remove the shirt, but the 
 seagrass finally protests  when i try to 
 move     my     left    arm.           
     so   -  eating  it  is  ok,      
       moving  it  is not.